Braille - Gullet Gambit lyrics

[Verse One] I'll be a missing child just for free promotion Advertise my album on the panel of your milk carton, what?! This f**ing Position bucking sporadically Expunging wreck like demolition Get you open with knife incision I was charged with possession of ten dead bodies in my trunk They were alive last time I checked Must've been when I hit that speed bump You're a true honey bun I shove a beehive up your wreck With heads often shoot 'em out cannons Choosing my victims at random Packing my punch with [?] Bust holes in all y'all souls Dislocate your jaw so bad you bite chunks off your earlobes Yo impress of the fly souls, stuff to make your head explode [?] in toilet bowls, get gasoline poured on their clothes [?] from the globe, I'm no trend I'm permanent Put my hand through your throat, make a sock puppet poet I've ruthless, feed bodies down to a bloodstain on my carpet So put on an iron mask and hide yourself inside [?] (I'm vicious!) Take a bird feeder out of your caucus Speak in the mic and wipe every MC out in Rawkus [Scratch Hook] "At this point I'm way beyond the average MC" "When he next man says, "Yo, you rhyme good for being white'" - Sev Statik 'Rebuild' [Verse Two] I'll leave you nameless like songs on the tape with no tracklist Shot my video with a camcorder and edit live on Public Access I'm so raw consulting my CD causes hepatitis Got the mic covered with asbestos, you can't burn it or touch it Interrupt this broadcast like everything you have in half Smash your nose so hard you kissed your forehead from the impact You wanted to battle behind my back now you asking for an autograph So we can battle for respect I'll sign "best wishes" on your epitaph Rip your arms off in combat and slap your face till you collapse Knock the talent out you ask, "Homie where's your sk**s at?" I sign record contracts and disappear in ink And watch record labels fight over Eastwick release When Celph's beats strike they damage eye sights like strobe lights Take custody of your heart and give you visitation rights Stab you in your back with your chin I got your back, finish him! Carve my name on your back with a safety pin I got you back again In the underground where 50 heads is capacity crowd I rock shows in your backyard "Hey, keep it down!" When Braille comes around Your heart drops to your stomach So call your stomach "hip hop" and put your heart in it [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] The results of an [?] Rocking beats that make your neck hurt In the studio I'm mad live but couldn't do this song in concert Acupuncture structures with toothpicks It's over I'm taking over Knock you out with one punch Call me the "One Hit Wonder" Talk is cheap when you can't afford a dictionary You wanna be complex? Go study Egypt and chemistry I'm able to diss any MC on every song on my LP And still catch them buying a copy Attending the record release party I mess with heads, give white kids dreads Strictly barbershop [?] Look at me the wrong way Catch A Bad One like Biz Markie I put this on wax for DJ's so I better be getting some airplay Or watch me get ill with scissors, razors [?] and hairspray Biting what I say results eating disorders Don't ever try to steal my sk** Until you can handle the effects of the powers It doesn't matter, fine I'll let your rhyme just keep in mind I'm the one that hit it with the best lines in the 1-9-9-9 [Scratch Hook]